The Brave One
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Rev. 08/02/06 (Yellow) Rev. 08/04/06 (Green) Rev. 08/07/06 (Goldenrod) Rev. 08/09/06 (Buff) Rev. 08/14/06 (Salmon) Rev. 08/29/06 (Cherry) THE BRAVE ONE Screenplay by Roderick Taylor & Bruce A. Taylor and Cynthia Mort Story by Roderick Taylor & Bruce A. Taylor This script is the confidential and proprietary property of Warner Bros. Pictures and no portion of it may be performed, distributed, reproduced, used, quoted or published without prior written permission. FULL PINK June 13, 2006 WARNER BROS. PICTURES INC. © 2006 4000 Warner Boulevard WARNER BROS. ENT. Burbank, California 91522 All Rights Reserved THE BRAVE ONE - Rev. 8/29/06 FADE IN: 1 OMITTED 1 & & 2 2 3 INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY 3 CAMERA TRACKS THROUGH glass windows. Reflections of the * city, of office workers, of a woman speaking into a * microphone. ERICA I'm Erica Bain, and as you know, I * walk the city. I bitch and moan * about it. I walk and watch and * listen. I witness all the beauty * and ugliness that is disappearing * from our beloved city. Last week * took me to the grey depths of the * East River where Dimitri Panchenko * swims his laps like he has since * the 1960s. And today I walked by * the acres of scaffolding outside what used to be the Plaza Hotel and I thought about Eloise. Remember Kay Thompson's Eloise?

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Published 01 January 2006
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Rev. 08/02/06 (Yellow) Rev. 08/04/06 (Green) Rev. 08/07/06 (Goldenrod) Rev. 08/09/06 (Buff) Rev. 08/14/06 (Salmon) Rev. 08/29/06 (Cherry)
THE BRAVE ONE    Screenplay by  Roderick Taylor & Bruce A. Taylor and Cynthia Mort    Story by  Roderick Taylor & Bruce A. Taylor         This script is the confidential and proprietary property of Warner Bros. Pictures and no portion of it may be performed, distributed, reproduced, used, quoted or published without prior written permission.     FULL PINK    June 13, 2006 WARNER BROS. PICTURES INC. © 2006 4000 Warner Boulevard WARNER BROS. ENT. Burbank, California 91522 All Rights Reserved
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1 & 2   INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY 3  CAMERA TRACKS THROUGH glass windows. Reflections of the city, of office workers, of a woman speaking into a microphone.  ERICA I'm Erica Bain, and as you know, I walk the city. I bitch and moan about it. I walk and watch and listen. I witness all the beauty and ugliness that is disappearing from our beloved city. Last week took me to the grey depths of the East River where Dimitri Panchenko swims his laps like he has since the 1960s. And today I walked by the acres of scaffolding outside what used to be the Plaza Hotel and I thought about Eloise. Remember Kay Thompson's Eloise? Eloise who lived in the Plaza Hotel, with her dog Weenie and her parents who were always away and her English nanny who had 8 hairpins made out of bones -- As she talks, we see her -- thin, semi-transperant, ghostlike. Almost nothing but voice.  ERICA That Eloise. The adored brat of my childhood. A little punk kid pirouetting round the grand ballroom, pouring pitchers of water down the mail chute, Upper East Side anarchist in pigtails, not unlike other brats and punks this city has brought to life. Sid Vicious spewing beer from his teeth in the Chelsea Hotel. Andy Warhol, his sunglasses reflecting Valerie Solana's gun. Edgar Allen Poe freeing live monkeys from the crates of a crumbling schooner on oily slips of South Street. Stories of a city that is disappearing before our eyes, its people swept over the Williamsburg, the Holland Tunnel, the Major Degan.  (MORE) (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED:  ERICA (CONT'D) You can visit, but you can't live here anymore. So what will be left of those stories? Are we going to have to construct an imaginary city to house our memories? Because when you love something, every time a bit of it goes, you lose a piece of yourself. So where's Eloise going to sleep tonight? Can you hear her ghost wandering round the collapsing corridors of her beloved Plaza, trying to find her nanny's room, calling out to construction  workers in a voice that nobody hears, has anyone seen my turtle Skiperdee?   INT. RECORDING STUDIO - LATER
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The end of the show.  ERICA ... this is Erica Bain and you have been listening to 'Street Walk.'  As the light turns RED -- ERICA -- see you next week.  -- perfect timing. As usual.  CAROL OLSEN, 50s, very lefty liberal, very Ruth Hirshburg before she was Ruth Seymour, the director of the station, enters.  CAROL Did Eloise really mean that much to you?  ERICA Were you never a girl, Carol?  CAROL Not the kind of girl that remembers the name of her turtle. Anyway, good show. Bravo called again about that TV spot.  (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED:  ERICA Yeah, I don't know, Carol.  CAROL Come on, you've got the knack for it. That post-modern metaphoric thing of yours is made for them. And a little cross-promotion wouldn't hurt NKW.  ERICA I'm not a face, I'm just a voice. And my shows are on the website, people can hear them for free -- CAROL Yes, exactly.   CLOSE ON ERICA  She shrugs, a bad habit of hers.  ERICA Maybe.  CAROL Can I say you're considering?  CUT TO:   INT. HOSPITAL SOLARIUM - LATER 5  DAVID KARMANI, late 20s, dressed in RN scrubs, attends to a patient sitting in the solarium.  His face -- thin, dark, beautiful, could be Italian, Spanish, Black -- an indistinguishable mix, he is like the future and the past all rolled up in one. A small CROSS, old, silver, sits on a chain around his neck --not as a fashion statement, or a fuck you, but a simple, personal, intimate expression of faith.  A DOCTOR, a woman, all business, comes behind him.  DOCTOR (irritated) Could you go to room 512, the patient thinks his blood pressure is dropping. Goddamn TV shows, everyone's a goddamn doctor.  (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED: 5  DAVID Uh... okay.  He looks her in the eye without attitude, but also without any sense that she is better than him, or anyone.  It stops her -- for just a moment.  DOCTOR I am such a god-awful bitch, sorry.  She leaves.  David shakes his head, moves down the hall -- his PHONE VIBRATES. He grabs it.  INT. STATIONERY STORE - SAME TIME 6  Erica, cell phone to her ear, is looking at a mock-up of a wedding invitation.  ERICA (into phone) Hi.  INTERCUT WITH:   INT. HOSPITAL - SAME TIME 7  DAVID (smiling) Hi.  ERICA
What are you wearing?  DAVID Green scrubs, tied at the waist, very sexy V-neck, short sleeve -- ERICA Uh huh... what about the sexy green hat?  The SALESWOMAN approaches, more invitations in her hand. Erica looks at them, nods, than shakes her head, maybe she doesn't like it.  (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED:  STATIONERY WOMAN (a bit frustrated) You like it more than the others? Less than the others? The same?  Erica shrugs, clueless.  ERICA (into phone) Honey -- you sure you're okay with creme and orange?  DAVID Yeah.  STATIONERY WOMAN (to Erica) It's actually not creme, it's vanilla. But that's fine.  ERICA (into phone) It's not creme, it's vanilla -- DAVID Who cares? Let's just go get married, tonight.  ERICA Your mother cares. Trust me. She wants invitations.  Erica nods at the invitation. "It's fine." And heads out.  ERICA Meet me at Nicole's thing later. Please. I promise you won't have to talk to anyone but me.  DAVID Ah... maybe.   EXT. STATIONERY STORE - CONTINUOUS ACTION  Erica starts walking uptown.  ERICA You're not coming.  David gets to the PATIENT'S ROOM, who is taking his own pulse.  (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED:  DAVID I'll come to one of your art shows when you come to one of my basketball games.  No response.  DAVID See? Gotta go. I love you.  ERICA I love you too.   INT. LOFT - DAY 9  A photography show. Kind of groovy, a tad trendy but cool. Erica, drink in hand, knows everyone, this is her crowd -- Erica drifts away, checks out the PHOTOGRAPHS -- a series of '60s storefronts, a GUN STORE, a LAUNDROMAT, a LIQUOR STORE.  She SCANS them, taking in every detail, every color, every corner seeing to the very edges of the frame. Something JAMES, the GUY who shot them, appreciates.  JAMES Hi.
 He gives Erica a kiss.  ERICA (off the storefronts) These are cool.  JAMES Thanks. The Laundromat is in a town in Jersey -- where Diane Arbus used to do her laundry. That gun store is down in Chinatown -- Bernice Abott shot it in the thirties.  ERICA They are really good. They're evocative, but quiet. They don't make a lot of noise. I like them.  JAMES Thanks. Want to buy one?  She gives him a smile.  (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED:  ERICA I wish.  Erica, dragging a bit, sets her full drink down, heads for the door.  Nicole stops her.  NICOLE Are you leaving?  ERICA No, not yet.  NICOLE You're a shitty liar.  ERICA I know, but I try.  NICOLE Well, tell him that sooner or later he's gonna have to come to something, he can't avoid us forever.  At which point she notices something, behind Erica's shoulder. David, having come straight from his basketball game.  He puts a finger to his lips. Shhh!!! Then wraps his arms around Erica, from behind.  DAVID Don't you love this woman?  NICOLE I don't know. I could take her or leave her.  DAVID You leave her. I'll take her.  He kisses Erica's neck. She glows with pleasure.  ERICA Not here.  DAVID
Is it what I'm wearing?  ERICA No. I love you in sweats.  
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CONTINUED: (2) 9  NICOLE You're both so happy it's disgusting.  ERICA Sorree... see you...  NICOLE I hate you. Goodbye.   EXT. WEST 103RD STREET - DAY 10  David and Erica walking home. The street is quiet, desolate, shadowed -- and they are happy.  ERICA That meant a lot to her, you know.  DAVID My mother told me once, if you want to love someone, see if you can love their friends.  ERIC And?  DAVID (laughingly) I hate her.  He puts his arm through hers.   EXT. ERICA'S APARTMENT - EVENING 11  They come to their building. Erica sits on the stoop.   ERICA Sit here a while. It's beautiful.  DAVID I got to walk him -- ERICA Get my jacket, then -- He goes into the building. She sits, as UDO JOSAI, 60, Sudanese woman, a tenant in the building, walks up to the building, carrying some groceries. Erica moves over to let her by.  JOSAI I can open my own door -- (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED: 11  Erica moves anyway, gets up to help her get the door. Josai looks at her, nods, hands Erica an apple from her bag.  ERICA Thank you.  David comes back out the door with their dog, Curtis, passing the woman on their way.  DAVID That's going to be you when you're old -- ERICA I am old. But way meaner. (then) She gave me an apple.  Erica takes a bite, as David puts his arm around her. Just before they leave, Erica wedges a folded newspaper in the door, props it open so they don't have to take their keys.   EXT. CENTRAL PARK - STRANGERS GATE - NIGHT A12  There's a magical glow in the sky, darkness has just begun to gather in the distance as Erica and David take a walk with Curtis.   EXT. CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT 12  Curtis gets a little frisky, hopping around.  DAVID He knows I'm carrying.  David reaches behind his back and pulls out the ball.  CURTIS starts BARKING and jumping around excitedly. Erica unfastens his leash.  David gives the ball a toss. Curtis runs after it.  DAVID I meant it, you know. What's wrong with City Hall, tonight?  ERICA They're closed.  He puts his arms around her.  (CONTINUED)
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CONTINUED:  DAVID Tomorrow then.  ERICA You have a family, David. I don't.  DAVID You're not marrying my family.  ERICA I am. Or kind of hope I hope I am. Your mother's a sweet woman. She wants the whole deal. Invites, a minister, the band playing. Maybe I want it too. It's not as if I'm going to do it twice.  He looks at her. She really means it.  DAVID I think that's the nicest thing you ever said to me.  He kisses her. They are lost in the moment. Then -- DAVID Hey, where's Curtis?  They look around, notice for the first time it's gotten dark.  ERICA (calling out) Curtis? Curtis, come here, boy.  The dog doesn't come. David whistles and claps his hands.  DAVID Curtis!  But Curtis still doesn't come. He's nowhere to be seen.  ERICA Where is he?  DAVID The ball went over there. Come on.  They leave the path and head out toward the pedestrian tunnel.  
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